the cutest lizard
Dream Worker: Not magic, no.
Dream Worker: Potions are completely different.
Dream Worker: Although, they are easier if you have a magic touch.
Dream Worker: And it's hard to get an eye from a newt.
Dream Worker: Nasty beasts. They hide in the shadows and when your back is turn, leap out and cling to your back. And then, they pull on you backwards into something like fire or off of a cliff. And they fly, too.
Gave them our reactions, our explosions, all that was ours For graphs of passion and charts of stars...
Drummer Boy
<Mr. Tabby Cat has logged on>'
Mr. Tabby Cat: uh. yeah.
Mr. Tabby Cat: my job sucks.
Mr. Tabby Cat: so i guess we have a conversation now?
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Wrencher: Well, the worms in my region are about five meters long. And they munch through most material.
Wrencher: Only way to deal with them is to blare the "dog sirens". Even then, it's hit-and-miss.
The Draconic Superior
Drummer Boy
Mr. Tabby Cat: sounds as bad as the beasties i deal with on the job.
Mr. Tabby Cat: i'm kind of surprised i've never run into giant worms.
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the cutest lizard
Dream Worker: I tell you, the potion is your best bet.
Dream Worker: I could always give you one in your dreams.
Dream Worker: Wait, nevermind my last statement.
Dream Worker: The Dream Team would be most upset with me if I did that. It's called an Unauthorized Multidimensional Breach. I can't risk another UMB.
Gave them our reactions, our explosions, all that was ours For graphs of passion and charts of stars...
Wrencher: Be glad you hadn't.
Wrencher: They smell REAL BAD!
Wrencher: Oh, and anybody who is in the way gets drill apart.
Wrencher: Once I saw that happened. I vomited and felt sick for days and days.
Wrencher: Ack. Need brain bleach badly.
Sterling: A cross-dimensional communication platform? Interesting. I assume it follows the same basic structure of inter-system com-links, but I'd have to crack this baby open to find out. They wouldn't like that, though... especially after the thing with Lilljan and the MRI. Anyway, what's going on in this room? From all this talk of worms, I can safely say that we could have ended up somewhere MUCH worse.
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A-D-enne: Oh my, look at what's happened here.
A-D-enne: Well, at least it's a lot of people.
A-D-enne: Are any of you the ones who tried to contact me earlier?
A-D-enne: I'm sorry if I was rude, but I'm ready to talk now.
the cutest lizard
Dream Worker: Contact you? Not that I know of. I might have accidentally reached you in a dream, or something of that ilk. Tell me, did I?
edited 15th Feb '12 4:52:03 PM by Collen
Gave them our reactions, our explosions, all that was ours For graphs of passion and charts of stars...
A-D-enne: Not in a dream. In a mirror.
A-D-enne: and what happened was that I had just stepped out of the shower and they were too dumbfounded to speak.
A-D-enne: I fear the people in the transdimensional rift might have had a very strict nudity taboo.
Drummer Boy
Mr. Tabby Cat: okay, i guess i need to find a new place to get my cigarettes.
Mr. Tabby Cat: because i'm no longer very sure if those cigarettes were made of what i thought they were.
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A-D-enne: What are your cigarettes usually?
A-D-enne: Hm. Smoking is not really something I'm an expert in.
The Draconic Superior
Drummer Boy
Mr. Tabby Cat: they're made of, well, you know.
Mr. Tabby Cat: tobacco.
Mr. Tabby Cat: i dunno what else.
Mr. Tabby Cat: i have a feeling there's some, uhm, extra stuff this time.
Mr. Tabby Cat: fucking magic chalkboard and all these people talking to me, ya know?
Mr. Tabby Cat: "what the fuck was i really smoking" is my standard response to everything weird, actually.
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Wrencher: Already done like fifty years ago.
Wrencher: NEVER gonna to be repeated.
Wrencher: Thing is, these worms are unpleasant. It's a miracle I survived being so close to them.
The Draconic Superior
Wrencher: First of all, there's the problem of isolating one of them.
Wrencher: They always come in swarms. Every single time. And if one gets grabbed, ALL of them swarm toward the captor at extra speed.
Wrencher: Good thing they eat mostly grass and animals. The problem is that they mistake humans as animals and tend to barrow up nearby settlements.
The Draconic Superior
Wrencher: Fortunately, they usually strike far from the center, where there are less structures in the way.
Wrencher: To prevent one infestation taking the entire town out, there is a lot of distance between districts and such.
Wrencher: I was attacked in the outskirts. No buildings in sight.
Wrencher: Thinking about it, this is a good way to vent my thoughts. It's not like any of you would remember me.
A-D-enne: I would be pretty surprised if my chalkboard started talking to me, too
A-D-enne: but then, I would most likely wonder what idiot would try to contact me through a chalkboard rather than any other way
A-D-enne: Chalkboards seem like an awfully inconvenient mode of communication.
A-D-enne: with the constant erasing and such.
Drummer Boy
Mr. Tabby Cat: and the cleaning up.
Mr. Tabby Cat: bleh.
Mr. Tabby Cat: well, there is a nice feeling in having chalk in your hand and writing with it.
Mr. Tabby Cat: in my humble, fucked up opinion.
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The Draconic Superior
Wrencher: ...
Wrencher: Magic? Bleh.
Wrencher: Insects in your region? Don't tell me they fly. I heard those kinds create more bothersome infestations.
Wrencher: I mean, my town already have troubles with worms. Every time someone tries to build elevated structures, an infestation appears and eats up the supports.
edited 15th Feb '12 4:05:02 PM by chihuahua0